Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance novel Chapter 995

Mia: "I'm heading back to see my son. Molly, trust me on this one—no man compares to your own kid. Love is the most fickle thing, but family? That's rock solid."

"Is love really shakier than our friendship?"

Mia: "Don't even go there—our friendship is sacred."

Molly gave a cheeky "ok" sign, still a hopeful believer in love. She hailed a taxi, directing the driver to Chad's office, bubbling with anticipation.

Meanwhile, Mia flagged down her own cab, making a beeline for the Cedillo home, eager to reunite with her little cub.

As Molly reached the police station, she breezed past the front desk, cheerful as ever. "Hey, Old Andre, good afternoon!"

The guard perked up at her arrival. "Molly, about time you showed up. Here to fetch Officer Chad, are you?"

"Wow, you nailed it!" Molly's eyes sparkled with surprise.

The guard motioned Molly over to the booth. "No offense, but marriage is all about squabbles and making up. Even if you and Officer Chad argue, you can't just lock him out."

Molly paused, something stirring in her mind. Her excitement dulled, replaced with a shadow of doubt. "Old Andre, what are you saying?"

"Listen, everyone knows Chad's crazy about you, but you can't just get upset and make him crash at work."

Molly clenched her teeth, "So Chad's been holed up at the station for five days?"

The guard nodded, "We even placed bets, thinking you kicked him out again. Molly, I'm just trying to help you understand. You might be used to getting your way, but marriage means taming that temper a bit."

Feeling her blood pressure spike, Molly turned on her heel, but not before tossing back, "Uncle, you bet wrong this time."

With that, she hopped into a taxi. "To the Cedillo residence."

"Which Cedillo residence?" the driver asked.

"Seriously? How many Cedillo residences are there in Havenbrook?!" Molly snapped.

The driver floored it.

Mia had barely settled in at home when Molly burst through the door, fuming. "Men are the worst!" she shouted as she walked in.

Mia's curiosity piqued, her own anger momentarily forgotten. "Weren't you picking up Chad? Why are you back so fast?"

Molly panted, "Love is the biggest sham out there."

Mia clapped, "Congrats on the revelation, sister. But what happened? Did your husband stop caring?"

Molly let out a dry laugh, "Ha, Chad claimed he was on a secret mission, but he's just been hiding out at work for five days. He submitted his report this morning, ending his so-called mission."

Mia's curiosity waned as she glanced at her phone, reading a message from her husband: Mia, I'm coming home today, to be with you.

"Chad disappeared the day before you were supposed to start your thesis?"

Molly nodded. "And the day before Andre's business trip, you got a similar message?"

Mia shared the message from her husband with Molly.

Both men had vanished at the same time, been busy simultaneously, and now were returning together! Reflecting on their past experiences of coaxing and pleading, Mia chuckled in frustration, "Those two, always playing games with us."

Molly, who had been amused by gossip just yesterday, now felt the sting of betrayal firsthand.

Mia's inner frustration simmered like a fireball, bouncing around, making her restless. "They think they can just vanish and leave us hanging?"

Molly took a deep breath, "Shall we teach them a lesson?"

Anya sat on the steps, curling into herself, clutching her baby. Henry, ever curious, squeezed his face between the stair railings, eager to watch the drama unfold.

The sisters approached Anya, seeing her guilt-ridden expression.

Mia tried her hand at it too, "Well, how about upside down?"

"I'll give it a go..." Molly and Anya mused over the character.

Mia, cradling her child, gazed out the window, humming softly to lull her precious baby to sleep.

Henry's last flight had been a nighttime ordeal, his baby cries filling the cabin.

This time, he calmed quickly, the journey short and sweet.

After two hours of sleep in his mom's arms, the plane landed.

Emerging from the airport, they were met by vacationers in flip-flops and beach dresses, while the trio, each carrying a little one, headed to the restroom. In they went, bundled in warm clothes, out they emerged with Henry in a bright beach outfit, complete with kiddy sunglasses perched on his nose.

He grabbed something and eagerly chewed on it.

Stepping out into the sun, the vast blue sky stretched before them like an endless ocean.

At the airport, they hit up a car rental agency, splurging on a convertible.

"Molly, you sure you can handle this?" Mia asked.

Molly flashed her driver's license, "Whether I'm ready or not, here I come. Between the four of us, one's without a license, one might as well be, and another's too short to reach the pedals.

Driving's been a wild ride for me, including a few fender benders.

Let's snag the priciest, flashiest car. That way, we're only likely to hit others, and they'd be too scared to hit us." Because they couldn't afford to.

Mia whipped out her credit card, "Let's do it."

Little Henry, nestled in his mom's arms, clapped his hands in glee, his excitement contagious.